“You going to wear black for that funeral?” he asked, looking down at the continent-sized bruise on my arm. “What are you talking about? Whose funeral?” “That of your soon-to-be-deceased ex.” “What!? Are you crazy?” I squeaked. “Well, I suppose… — Zoya Tessi Copy Share Image
“Come back home with me, Princess." "Why?" "I bought new glasess. And plates. There's nobody there to throw them at me.” — Zoya Tessi Copy Share Image
“Alex?” “What now?” he nudged the door open and lifted me again. “Do you have a girlfriend?” “That's none of your business.” “That means… — Zoya Tessi Copy Share Image
“An interesting observation. I must admit I’m a little surprised, though. No girl’s ever complained about it before. You’re the first...” “I didn’t mean… — Zoya Tessi Copy Share Image
“What's wrong with her?” Alex drawled, pointing the top of the carton at Beth and bringing me back to reality. “I don’t think she… — Zoya Tessi Copy Share Image
“You going to wear black for that funeral?” he asked, looking down at the continent-sized bruise on my arm. “What are you talking about?… — Zoya Tessi Copy Share Image
“Don’t you think it's time to earn some of the money Nikolai pays you?” I asked quietly, careful not to let Beth overhear. “On… — zoya tessi Copy Share Image
